Hung out with Liane second last period yesterday. Haven't done that in awhile. We went onto hot girls' fotologs and drooled copiously at burlesque pictures. And pictures of girls wearing PVC. Gooood. Yummeth. Alas, Thomas Duh (honestly, that's his real last name) sat next to me. And was being annoying and show-offy, when he truly is quite the moron. He was bugging us about the pictures and when I started to read something on my own computer, he was like "ROBIN IS READING? WHAT A CONCEPT!" And he was serious! I got pissed and told him that I have far more literary intelligence than he does (I was getting severly irritated. o_o). I asked what books he had in his bag, and he was like "A LOT". I said, "Books that are not school texts." And he was like, "UH WELL. NONE." He asked if I had any books with me. I proceeded to pull out The Vampire Lestat, Alternative Realities; The Paranormal, The Mystic, And The Transcendent In Human Experience, and Crime and Punishment. Thomas ceases talking about this subject. Showy little moronic fucker. Liane and I talk momentarily about Crime and Punishment, and continue meandering around fotolog. I show her Jeff on WYTH. 'Cause I dig the fangs and the glasses. Liane did too. She showed me pretty effeminate boy that she knows. JEALOUS. ;.; Then I showed Liane Webtender, and the blood alcohol meter. I put in what she usually drinks (102 units in wine. XDDD), her weight, and all of that, and it puts her blood alcohol level at 2.499, which is between these two: "You experience problems speaking. See things double." and "You are dead drunk. No sense of what's going on around you." The sober-up-o-meter says she'd be sober in 16 hours and 42 minutes.
"So that's why I'm always still drunk the next day?" Ohhhh, funny. XD
Thomas of course, being a retard and a lying showoff, says he usually drinks 12 shots of hard liquor in one sitting. That equals 144 units, and with his weight, that comes to a blood alcohol level of 3.78, which is described as: "Unconsciousness. Reduces respiration. Risk of suffering brain damage is high, even dying." Me and Liane start laughing at how shitty a liar he is. He's like, "No, I can handle that, I always do that!" And I point out the "dying" part repeatedly. We call him a liar. LIIIAR. Hahaha. He gets all premenstrual after his lying proves futile, and says "What does a website know anyways?" and I replied with "A whole fucking lot more than you!" Insert laughter from the girls (us, kay). We do my alcohol level considering what I usually drink (3 bloody mary's. :D), and with my weight and everything it put me at a 0.945, so, round up, and I get, "Loses control of muscles and emotional feelings. Most people stop drinking at this level, so should you!" Liane laughed at how little I drink. I pointed out the "stop drinking here" bit, and I was like, "And Liane is wheeere?" And she laughed alot and told me to shut up. And she asked why I only drank that much, was it cause I got drunk there? And I said no, its cause I want to refrain from being totally drunk, because hangovers aren't fun. Of course, retard Tom interjects, and says, "Oh, I guess you're not lucky enough to never get hangovers."
Liane stares at him.
"Are you saying, that you can drink that much, and even if you somehow didn't die, you don't get a hangover? That's total bullshit."
Tom shrugs repeatedly and makes excuses. Liane says he should keep his shit straight. I agree. I tell Tom that my dad weighs 40 or 60 more pounds than him, and if he drank like, 20 units less or so than that, he'd still barf around 3 times and have a hangover for 2 or more days (true because it happened. Ahahhahah! Dad vowed never to drink that much Rye again.) Tom says "whatever" (NICE RETORT! Moron). He bugs us less afterward, because we are wise to his pathological lying ways. Dumbass Tom. Period ended, and Liane hung around to show me herself in a bunch of pictures from the Wolfnote show. It was like, the top of her head, each time. It was funny, actually. I show her drink recipies with her favorite ingredients. We agree we must make some of them, because some are like, orgasmic. Liane leaves so she can get to class late. Byyye Liane. I heart the Liane.